When I began working after graduation, I fought an internal struggle for months because I wasn't meeting my own expectations on who I was as a nurse.

Do I need to pound my heels to your pavement so that maybe, just maybe, you'll feel the tickle of one more person who came for something - even if it's just to say, I was carried by her, New York, New York.

On May 2, 2018, we sold our 1984 Volkswagen Vanagon. Exactly 1 year and 2 month after we bought it. A bunch of renovations, adventures, and frustrations later. Many, many, many people asked "why did you buy this thing?" Below is the answer. I don't know when I wrote this. It could have been a month in, or it could have been two days before selling it. Who knows. Enjoy.

once I began traveling, her method proved to be worth its weight in gold: surrounding myself with only the things that bring me joy is the way to stay happy (and sane) as I carry all those things around with me across the country, every time I move, setting them up again and again, in a new space every time.

This big beautiful messy set of cards I’ve been dealt...how may I cherish you more?

How much of our own dreams and aspirations are linked to those of our ancestors? What if there's an invisible and untouchable link, or energy, that gets passed on from generation to generation, that pushes us to pursue the interests or overcome the challenges that were not possible in the lives before us? Not something that is learned or cultivated. But something lighter, more mystical?

WERE YOU ONE OF THE NURSES THAT PUSHED THROUGH NURSING SCHOOL, TOILED OVER BOARDS, AND FOUGHT FOR THAT JOB, JUST TO LIFT YOUR HEAD UP ONE DAY AND SAY…YOU KNOW, I THINK I WAS MEANT FOR MORE THAN JUST THIS.